Chapter 19 Corpses and the Boy

"The knife...!" Song Xiaojian was suddenly shocked: "Brother Wang, what are you going to do? Let go of the knife!"

"Brother, I can't help it. I'm sorry. If you don't go, we will all die. We can only do this!" Wang Quan said viciously. ‘6’ ‘9’ ‘s’ ‘h’ ‘u’ ‘x’ ‘.’ ‘c’ ‘o’ ‘m’

Although Wang Quan usually speaks domineeringly, he is the savior of the two brothers and sisters after all.

They never imagined that the other party would do such a thing.

"Brother Wang, let me go!" Song Xiaodao struggled fiercely: "We can't let my brother go anymore. I can run faster than him now. Besides, brother Wang, your legs are fine, too. Why don't you go?"

Snapped!

Wang Quan slapped Song Xiaodao hard on the face.

The little girl's tender cheeks suddenly swelled up, and blood flowed from the corners of her mouth.

"I didn't fucking let you speak!" Wang Quan glared fiercely.

Song Xiaodao was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't understand how someone could fall out of favor so quickly.

Roar! Roar! Roar!

Several zombies not far away were alerted by the slaps and quickly ran towards this side.

Wang Quan didn't expect that he would attract the attention of the zombies. His expression suddenly changed and he shouted in a trembling voice: "Song Xiaojian, if you don't go, your sister and I will die here, either you or both of you." , think it through yourself!”

Song Xiaojian's face turned pale instantly, and he had almost no choice.

"Brother, you can't go!" Song Xiaodao said with tears.

Song Xiaojian smiled miserably, suddenly not knowing what to say to his sister.

He had so many things in his heart that he could never finish them in a lifetime, and he didn't know which words to say first.

"Before my parents died, I promised them that as long as I still have breath, I will protect you." Song Xiaojian said.

After finishing speaking, Song Xiaojian didn't dare to look into his sister's eyes. He stared at Wang Quan and said, "Brother Wang, I hope you can be nicer to my sister. Otherwise, I, Song Xiaojian, will never let you go even if I become a zombie." !”

"Don't worry, Xiaodao is still a child, what can I do to her?" Wang Quan said with a smile on his face.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the approaching zombies and urged: "Go quickly!"

Song Xiaojian no longer hesitated, turned around and rushed out of the bunker.

"Brother...!" Song Xiaodao wanted to shout loudly, but Wang Quan tightly covered his mouth.

She struggled desperately and could only watch helplessly as her last relative in the apocalypse left without looking back.

Roar!

When several zombies saw Song Xiaojian, they all went crazy and quickly chased after him with stiff steps.

Song Xiaojian ran among the uneven ruins, stumbling. He just wanted to lure the zombies away, and further away...

Only in this way can my sister survive.

In fact, Song Xiaojian knew that whenever Wang Quan encountered danger, Song Xiaodao would definitely die first.

Behind Song Xiaojian, more and more zombies gathered, and the nearby zombie groups were attracted. As the movement became louder and louder, zombies from further away also heard the sound and came...

At this time, Wang Quan saw Song Xiaojian walking away, a smile appeared on his lips, and finally let go of Song Xiaodao: "Don't worry, I won't let you die. When I take you to a safe place, I will sell you at a good price. "

Song Xiaodao didn't yell, but looked at the direction where his brother disappeared, crying silently.

She understood that if she attracted more zombies, her brother's death would be in vain.

She will definitely live well and live for her brother.

Live longer than anyone else.

"Let's go in and find something to eat."

Wang Quan patted his butt and stood up, walking towards the mostly collapsed gate of the shooting range.

Song Xiaodao turned around and stared at Wang Quan's back. At this moment, the twelve-year-old girl only had hatred in her eyes.

She followed without saying a word.

…

From a distance, Zhao Yin saw a densely packed crowd of corpses, more numerous than those at the school before, densely packed with at least five to six thousand, chasing a young man.

"Wo nest!" Zhao Yin couldn't help but swear.

In his previous life, no one told him that there would be a wave of corpses here at the shooting range, so he quickly took the little monkey to escape. As for rescuing the young man, Zhao Yin never even thought about it.

"What bad luck!" Zhao Yin cursed in his heart, wondering how an ordinary boy who was not even an evolver could attract so many corpses.

Zhao Yin and the little monkey walked away from each other. After the young man took the tide of corpses away, they took a detour to the outside of the shooting range.

At this time, there was no zombie nearby. It seemed that the young man deliberately took all the zombies away.

Zhao Yin became more and more confused, was that young man crazy?

Soon Zhao Yin no longer thought too much about all kinds of people in the apocalypse.

Maybe people are tired of living and want to have some exciting fun at the end of their lives.

Zhao Yin entered the shooting range directly. The buildings that had not yet collapsed were full of cracks and were in danger. He took the little monkey directly to the old office site.

According to the information I received in my previous life, the owner of the shooting range usually lives in the shooting range and has a little secretary in the office rest area.

When the apocalypse came, the office building was destroyed by a meteorite. The sniper rifle was in the basement on the lowest floor of the office building, which was also where the boss hid his beauty during his lifetime.

Zhao Yin quickly found the entrance to the basement.

Under a piece of concrete weighing about three or four tons, a corner of the metal door was exposed, which was similar to what the man in the previous life described.

For ordinary people, it might take a lot of effort, but Zhao Yin just activated the space ring, and the huge concrete block disappeared instantly. Then Zhao Yin took out the butterfly knife, bang!

He suddenly stabbed into the electronic lock and twisted it hard to cut off the lock spring.

"Go, open the door." Zhao Yin pulled out a butterfly knife and ordered.

The little monkey immediately stepped forward, his body expanded rapidly, and the terrifying giant with golden hair appeared in front of him again, his figure was like a mountain, spreading a huge pressure.

The little monkey grabbed the door handle with his huge palm and slowly exerted force.

Creak, creak...!

A harsh metal friction sound was heard, and then the deformed metal door was pulled down by it.

Roar!

At this time, a black shadow came out of the door and pounced on the little monkey.

Zhao Yin saw clearly that it was a middle-aged male zombie who had not evolved yet. He should be the owner of this shooting range in his dress.

The little monkey directly stretched out a huge palm like a palm fan and slapped it down. The zombie's head suddenly shrank into the chest, but his hands were still grasping the thick fur of the little monkey, but he didn't even pull off a few hairs.

The little monkey seemed to be humiliated, raised the huge metal door panel in his hand, and smashed it down suddenly.

Poof!

The dark brown blood plasma flowed all over the floor, and the basement, which was originally just a little moldy, instantly smelled fishy.

When the door panel was lifted, the zombie was smashed into a meat pie.

"Look at what the room has become?" Zhao Yin glared at it.

The little monkey also knew that he had used too much force and scratched his head embarrassedly.

Zhao Yin pinched his nose and walked in. Suddenly, another zombie ran out of the inner room.

It looked like a young girl in her early twenties, wearing only a pair of shorts.

Even if it turned into a zombie, it can be seen that she was definitely a beauty in her life.

"Mantou, two big mantou, with red dates." The little monkey drooled instantly, completely forgetting the lesson from last time.

Zhao Yin waved the butterfly knife in his hand and directly split the head of the beautiful zombie in half, turning back and saying: "It's not steamed buns."

He bent down and poked the brains of the two zombies with the butterfly knife, but did not find any corpse crystals. He was about to move forward when he suddenly saw the little monkey still drooling at the dead beautiful zombie.

Zhao Yin sensed its inner voice: "So big, two, it would be great if it was steamed buns."

"Don't look at it, wait until you find the mutant wheat, I will steam a pot of steamed buns for you every day, let's go!" Zhao Yin sighed.

I don't know why it has grown so big, look at how greedy it is.

The little monkey followed Zhao Yin reluctantly and walked into the inner room. A foul smell hit his nose. The ground was full of feces and urine, used condoms, toilet paper, food packaging...